Cool, clear waters cascade at East Gill Force, Swaledale, Yorkshire.
Are those raindrops on my window pane? Are those snowfl akes in the air? Are those petals falling all about? Wait, shall we stand and stare?
Shall we stand and marvel, Wait for heaven to smile, To ponder how it came about? Yes, we should wait awhile.
Deep beneath this fertile cloth, Fulfi lling every need, There lay a sustenance divine, Of water, soil and seed.
A promise draped in beauty. A promise clothed with joy. A promise from the hand of God, The earth His great employ,
Soon may wake the season’s dawn, Announcing “time to rise”. When seed and moisture beauty make, Pure joy for tired eyes.